PRAYER ON AMERICAN SOIL

BY SYNNIKA LOFTON

On road less traveled,
I protect my chest and celebrate God.
I sing a fiery blues that resembles
field hollers on plantations.
A song pulsates through
the body.

Fela Kuti stimulates intellect
and aggression
and joy
and resistance.

I scream because colonial days
still show signs
still provoke beasts
to adopt modern ways.
I love jet noise,
voices in streets,
children that march to youthful beats.
I beat an instrument because
freedom is different
in my home.